{"id":382,"date":"2022-05-24T07:12:41","date_gmt":"2022-05-24T07:12:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dyatmika.org\/students\/?p=382"},"modified":"2022-05-27T00:50:54","modified_gmt":"2022-05-27T00:50:54","slug":"little-red-cap","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dyatmika.org\/students\/little-red-cap\/","title":{"rendered":"Little Red Cap"},"content":{"rendered":"

Little Red Cap<\/strong>
\n(From the Point of View of the Wolf)
\nby Radha Class 7X<\/p>\n

\u201cFather, what has taken you so long?\u201d I asked.
\nMy little self was wagging my tail excited for my father’s arrival. He didn\u2019t reply but something was in between his jaws, preventing him from speaking. He spat it out. Spat out something I\u2019ve never seen before\u2014a long, thick, meaty stick with five sausage-like shapes at the end.
\n\u201cTry it son.\u201d
\nI sniffed the peculiar meat before me. It had a delicious, yet strong odor that filled my nostrils like heatwaves.
\n\u201cWhat is it?\u201d
\n\u201cHuman flesh. The best flesh you can ever taste. Difficult to obtain too,\u201d father said proudly.
\nI took a lick and then a bite. It was\u2026sensational! Nothing like I had ever tasted before! It was so tender and full of layers. Since then my father would try to bring us human flesh once a month if he could. One day, however, on a hunt for our next special meal he never came back.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Those were the good old days. Once you\u2019ve tried human flesh you could never go back. I went from a feeble little pup to one of the most powerful wolves to roam these woods. I went from a wolf loved by many to a nobody. Humans take away everything. I\u2019ve come to find the hunter that slaughtered my father but I haven\u2019t avenged him yet. I will soon though (watch me). Many of my relatives lost their lives due to those wretched humans except my brother whose unfortunate fate proceeded from three little pigs.<\/p>\n

I prowled the woods with the craving for human flesh still lingering in my bones. Flowers and berries were no good in these empty green woods, neither does anything in my damp, dark cave can fill my satisfaction. I\u2019ve been so alone.<\/p>\n

While slowly losing hope (again) I heard the sound of twigs cracking. Footsteps. Human footsteps. My eyes scanned through the thorny bramble and spotted\u2026a little girl! Her dress was the color of blood making my desire for human flesh unbearable. She looked so soft and tender and was carrying a basket of delicious cakes (what a bonus)!<\/p>\n

I fought the primal instinct to just pounce and attack but instead decided to lure her in. I knew who this little girl was. Oh yes, I knew. With that face that I\u2019ve seen way too many times in the village. That was the pup of that cruel human who shot and skinned my wife and children. Anger coursed through my body at the thought. This was a more than perfect opportunity to pay the price!<\/p>\n

Carefully, I made my way toward her.
\n\u201cGood morning child.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy, hello there. I\u2019m Little Red-Cap,\u201d the girl responded timidly.
\nAh\u2026so that\u2019s what they called her. How pathetic.
\n\u201cWhere might you be going, Little Red-Cap?\u201d I asked politely.
\n\u201cTo my grandmother\u2019s house! She\u2019s been incredibly ill. I\u2019m bringing her cakes and whine in hopes that these will strengthen her,\u201d she replied enthusiastically.
\n\u201cHow sweet and thoughtful of you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something flashed in my head like the speed of light. An idea popped into my head just like a soda can. If I knew where the poor old grandmother lived I could get my revenge and two meals in one day. I could avenge my wife and satisfy this burning hunger. What a win-win situation!<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere does Grandmother live, Little Red-Cap?\u201d I questioned.
\n\u201cShe lives a quarter-of-an-hour\u2019s walk from here, under the three big oak trees. Her house has hazel edges near it. I\u2019m sure you know it.\u201d
\nThis little girl was so gullible that all I could think of was her tragic fate. I accompanied Little Red-Cap and after talking for a while confirmed that she really was the daughter of that wicked hunter that took my life away from me.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, Little Red-Cap. Open your eyes and see! There are beautiful flowers all around us of all kinds! Colorful roses, lilies, and daffodils galore! Run along and collect some and I\u2019m sure Grandmother will be very pleased.\u201d I suggested.
\n\u201cOh, you\u2019re absolutely right! Thank you!\u201d
\nMy eyes watched Little Red-Cap run along to collect flowers. Each flower she plucked would be more beautiful than the previous one. However the more beautiful the flower\u2026the deeper she went into the woods.<\/p>\n

I spotted the house of Grandmother and a part of me pitied the foolish innocence of Little Red-Cap. However, a wolf\u2019s got to do what a wolf\u2019s got to do. I knocked on the door of the house with the hazel edges.
\n\u201cWho\u2019s there?\u201d asked the weak voice of Grandmother.
\n\u201cLittle Red-Cap!\u201d I replied while imitating a child\u2019s voice.
\nImitating voices was something I trained myself to do for a long time. It is one of the most useful skills for hunting.
\n\u201cLift the latch. I\u2019m too feeble to get up,\u201d croaked out, Grandmother.
\nSo I did. Immediately, I punched and gobbled up poor old Grandmother. I put on her glasses and nightgown before crawling onto the bed waiting for Little Red-Cap.<\/p>\n

A few minutes went by until Little Red-Cap finally arrived. Her face scrunched up into suspicion at the sight of me.
\n\u201cOh, grandmother, what big ears you have!\u201d
\n\u201cAll the better to hear you with my dear.\u201d
\n\u201cOh, Grandmother, what big eyes you have!\u201d
\n\u201cAll the better to see you with my dear.\u201d
\n\u201cOh, Grandmother, what big hands you have!\u201d
\n\u201cAll the better to touch you with my dear.\u201d
\n\u201cOh, Grandmother, what big teeth you have!\u201d
\n\u201cThe better to EAT YOU!\u201d<\/p>\n

As soon as the words dripped from my lips I leaped towards Little Red-Cap. The last sound she made was terrible screams until I gobbled her up. After so many years I was finally satisfied. After so much waiting my stomach was full at last. My eyes drooped with tiredness and I quickly was whisked away into a dream.<\/p>\n

\u201cI’m going to go out with the pups. I\u2019ll see you tonight,\u201d my wife told me.<\/em>
\n\u201cI can\u2019t wait to go out!\u201d Whinney, our eldest pup exclaimed.<\/em>
\n\u201cMe too! Who knows we might find something. A dear perhaps!\u201d Hanson, our second pup barked.<\/em>
\n\u201cWe can see who\u2019s the best hunter! But we all know it\u2019s me!\u201d Grey, our last pup said confidently.<\/em>
\n\u201cNo! The best hunter is obviously me!\u201d Whinney retorted.<\/em>
\n\u201cNuh-uh. You both wish! I\u2019m the best hunter here!\u201d Hanson remarked.<\/em>
\n\u201cSettle now\u2026you all are great hunters,\u201d my wife said.<\/em>
\n\u201cYou all are my pups, I have hopes you will do great,\u201d I assured.<\/em>
\nI looked up at my wife.<\/em>
\n\u201cMaze\u2026be careful now. The woods are getting more and more dangerous. You are aware of those human hunters.\u201d<\/em>
\n\u201cDon\u2019t worry Wayne we\u2019ll be alright. Love you.\u201d<\/em>
\n\u201cLove you too.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

With that, she left. Left and didn\u2019t come back for a long time. The sky was already dark and worry grew inside of me like weeds. <\/em>
\n\u201cSir! Sir!\u201d My fellow wolf screamed in panic.<\/em>
\nHis fur was disheveled, eyes dilated, with a panicked expression.<\/em>
\n\u201cThere is something that you need to see!\u201d <\/em>
\nHe lead me to an area of the woods where fire lit free. The laughter of men echoed through the woods while they drank in a manic frenzy. <\/em>
\n\u201cCongratulations to you!\u201d one of the men sang.<\/em><\/p>\n

All of the men\u2019s attention seemed to circle around one proud-looking man in particular. That\u2019s when I realized. No. It couldn\u2019t be! My wife and pups were skinned and dead at the foot of a monstrous man with a sinister-like grin, holding a fiery weapon that killed any creature in just a second. I wanted to attack and rip his body to shreds but I couldn\u2019t risk it. There were too many of them and all carried the same fiery weapon that defeated even the most powerful of animals.<\/em><\/p>\n

That was the day that marked the end of all the love and happiness in my life. My pups that were so eager to become hunters became the hunted instead and way too soon too. My wife didn\u2019t deserve the fate she received. Oh, why? Why did I let her go that day?<\/em><\/p>\n

My eyes fluttered open and the moment I woke up an unbearable, heavy pain gnawed in my stomach. I felt like I couldn\u2019t breathe and I felt like an elephant was stepping on my stomach repeatedly. It hurt so much I wanted to die. Howls of pain escaped my throat as I well onto the cold, hard floor. I saw a huge, grinning man and I recognized who it was. The man that killed my father. The first person I cared about was taken away from me by these monsters.<\/p>\n

His grin widened at the sight of me in pain.
\n\u201cI\u2019ve been waiting for this moment,\u201d that was all he said.
\nA heavy rock was resting in his hand and I knew that this was the end of me. Rocks in my stomach. That evil creature did this to me! I thought about many things at once. My wife, my pups, my father, hunters, and my life. All of this came crashing down on me just like the huge rock that crashed into my head; taking me away to sweet, sweet death. I would see everyone I loved again.<\/p>\n

That is the story of how I lived and how I died. My life came to an end because of the real monsters. I would leave this earth with the same fate as so many wolves before me and it came to an end with a little girl called Little Red-Cap.<\/p>\n

The End<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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